Yan Shixiu: "Then, should I be thankful for Miss's affection?"
Shi Lan: "I can hear you're not too willing, but Yan Shixiu, as long as I want something, I must have it."
Yan Shixiu, on the other end of the phone, felt a jolt in his heart, his lips curling with a hint of mocking lightness: "A mere commodity— as you wish."
This time, Shi Lan didn't respond, and only before going to bed did Yan Shixiu receive a reply from her.
Shi Lan: "I don't see you that way."
Shi Lan didn't know why she had this dream, or more accurately, this memory. When she awoke, it was still dark outside, the leaves rustled, blown by a strong wind. At that moment, she was nestled in Yan Shixiu's arms, quietly listening to his strong heartbeat.
Perhaps it was the mid-stage of pregnancy that made her become hungrier. She wanted to get out of bed to find something to eat, but as soon as she moved, Yan Shixiu woke up.
"Hungry?"
Shi Lan was somewhat taken aback.
